I felt the pressure building, my entire body tensing as I teetered on the edge of release. My fingers tightened in Sebastian's hair, pulling him closer.
"Sir, please," I panted, my voice ragged with need. "I need to come. Now."
He pulled back just enough to look up at me, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief. "Just hold on for one moment, darling," he said, his voice low and husky.
Before I could protest, he tugged me down, maneuvering me to straddle his lap. In one swift motion, he filled me completely, his cock stretching me in the most delicious way.
"Fuck!" I cried out, my head falling back as I adjusted to the sudden fullness.
Sebastian's hands gripped my hips, guiding me into a slow, deep rhythm. "That's it, Luella," he
Without warning, he slammed into me. I cried out, my back arching off the ground as he set a relentless pace."Is this what you wanted, little demon?" he growled, his hips snapping against mine. "To be fucked senseless under the stars?"I couldn't form words, could barely think beyond the overwhelming sensations. Each thrust pushed me closer to the edge."Answer me," Sebastian demanded, his hand wrapping around my throat."Yes, sir," I gasped out. "Fuck, yes. Don't you dare fucking stop."He grinned, all fang and predatory intent. "As if I could."With one final, brutal thrust, Sebastian buried himself deep inside me. His whole body went rigid as he came, a guttu
I burst through the ornate doors of the throne room, my fury propelling me forward like a meteor hurtling towards Earth. The familiar scent of brimstone and expensive cologne hit my nostrils, but I was too pissed to savour it. My father, Lucifer fucking Morningstar himself, lounged on his obsidian throne like some kind of infernal playboy. His perfect eyebrows arched as I stormed towards him, my hands clenched into fists at my sides."Well, well. To what do I owe this dramatic entrance, my dear?" His smooth voice dripped with amusement. God, I wanted to slap that smirk right off his chiselled face."Cut the crap, Dad," I snarled, coming to a halt at the base of the dais. "I'm done with your bullshit."He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, fixing me with those piercing eyes that had charmed countless souls. "My, such language. What's got you in such a tizzy, Luella?"I took a deep breath, trying to calm the inferno raging inside me. It didn't work. "I can't do this anymore," I said,
Years later…I adjusted my position on the rough concrete of the rooftop, the cool night air kissing my bare shoulders. My sniper rifle, an old friend at this point, was locked and loaded, its scope trained on the dingy apartment window across the street. "Come on, you bastard," I muttered, finger twitching near the trigger. "I've got places to be."The irony wasn't lost on me. Here I was, heir to the throne of Hell, crouched on a mortal rooftop like some common assassin. But hey, a girl's gotta have hobbies, right?I shifted slightly, my black dress riding up my thighs. Normally, I wouldn't give two shits about getting a little blood splatter on my clothes. Hell, back home, it was practically a fashion statement. But tonight was different. Tonight, I had a date.My mind wandered to the bar where I'd be meeting Elias in less than an hour. Would he notice if I showed up smelling like gunpowder and brimstone? Probably. Shifters have an unfortunately good sense of smell.A flicker of mo
As the wings arrived, their spicy aroma hit me like a punch to the gut. Delicious. I grabbed one, biting in without hesitation. The heat exploded on my tongue, a familiar warmth that reminded me of home. Elias, on the other hand, was putting on quite the show. His face contorted in a series of increasingly amusing expressions as he fought against the sauce's intensity. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his eyes watered.I couldn't help but laugh. "Too much for you, big guy?"He coughed, reaching for his drink. "Jesus Christ, what is this, lava?" "Aw, come on," I teased, licking sauce off my fingers. "It's not that bad. Maybe you're just out of practice."Elias glared at me, but there was no real heat behind it. Well, except for the kind turning his face an alarming shade of red. "How are you not dying right now?"I shrugged, grabbing another wing. "What can I say? I like it hot."As Elias struggled through the plate, I found myself oddly charmed by his determination. There was somet
I blinked awake, sunlight streaming through the gauzy hotel curtains. The bed beside me was empty, but still warm from Elias's body. Good. I didn't do morning-after small talk. I chucked some clothes on, before sitting down with a coffee. Grabbing my laptop, I dialled up dear old dad. His face filled the screen, all sharp angles and devilish charm. "Luella, darling. To what do I owe the pleasure?" I rolled my eyes. "Can't a girl call her father without an ulterior motive?" He raised an eyebrow. "Not when that girl is you, my dear." "Fair enough," I conceded. "Just wanted to let you know I took care of that runaway demon. He won't be causing any more trouble." Dad's eyes lit up with pride. "Excellent work. I knew I could count on you. How did you dispatch him?" I was about to answer when a loud knock echoed through the room. "Hold that thought," I told Dad. Rookie mistake. I padded to the door, yanking it open to find Elias standing there, looking sheepish. "Hey," he said, ru
The espresso machine hissed and gurgled, punctuating the low hum of chatter in the dimly lit café. I sipped my third double shot, eyes fixed on the demon across the street. Azazel Thorne, the sly bastard, strolled along the neon-drenched strip of Eclipse City like he didn't have a care in the world.I snorted. If he only knew.My fingers twitched, itching to wrap around his throat. But no, I had to play this smart. Daddy dearest wanted this one taken care of quietly, and I'd be damned if I let my temper fuck up a job.A whiff of something delicious hit my nose – crisp pine and dark chocolate, with an underlying hint of danger. Vampire. My eyes narrowed as I scanned the room, landing on a tall, devastatingly handsome creature leaning against the far wall. His gaze was fixed on Azazel too."Well, shit," I muttered. "Looks like I've got competition."The vampire's eyes suddenly locked with mine, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. I raised an eyebrow, refusing to look away. Two
Azazel slumped against the steering wheel, unconscious. I grabbed the wheel, guiding the still-moving car to a smooth stop. My heart raced, adrenaline coursing through my veins. This was the part of the job I lived for.I reached for Azazel's limp arm, ready to pyroport us both to my safehouse. But as I began to focus my energy, a cool hand gripped my shoulder."Fuck," I hissed, realizing Sebastian had followed me. Before I could shake him off, the world blurred around us.We crashed onto the cold concrete floor of my basement, a tangle of limbs and curses. Sebastian's body pressed against mine, his unnecessary breath hot on my neck."Get. Off. Me," I growled, shoving him away. He rolled to his feet with infuriating grace, straightening his jacket. "My apologies," he said, not sounding sorry at all. "I couldn't resist tagging along."I glared at him, torn between admiration for his audacity and fury at his interference. "This isn't a goddamn field trip," I snapped, leaving Azazel in
I froze. How the hell did he know my name?I growled, my eyes flashing with hellfire. "How the hell do you know who I am?"Sebastian's lips curled into a smirk, revealing the tips of his fangs. "Oh, sweetheart. Everyone knows the name of Lucifer's heir and who she is."My hand shot out, gripping his throat. The silver blade in my other hand pressed against his jugular. "Bullshit," I hissed. "I've kept a low profile."He didn't even flinch, just raised an eyebrow. "Have you now? The assassin princess, leaving a trail of dead demons in her wake? You're not exactly subtle, darling.""Who sent you?" I demanded, tightening my grip.Sebastian's eyes danced with amusement. "No one sent me. I came of my own accord. You're... intriguing."I snorted. "Right. And I'm the Virgin Mary.""Your reputation precedes you," he purred, somehow managing to sound seductive even with a blade at his throat. "I wanted to see if the rumours were true."I narrowed my eyes, searching his face for any sign of dec
Without warning, he slammed into me. I cried out, my back arching off the ground as he set a relentless pace."Is this what you wanted, little demon?" he growled, his hips snapping against mine. "To be fucked senseless under the stars?"I couldn't form words, could barely think beyond the overwhelming sensations. Each thrust pushed me closer to the edge."Answer me," Sebastian demanded, his hand wrapping around my throat."Yes, sir," I gasped out. "Fuck, yes. Don't you dare fucking stop."He grinned, all fang and predatory intent. "As if I could."With one final, brutal thrust, Sebastian buried himself deep inside me. His whole body went rigid as he came, a guttu
I felt the pressure building, my entire body tensing as I teetered on the edge of release. My fingers tightened in Sebastian's hair, pulling him closer."Sir, please," I panted, my voice ragged with need. "I need to come. Now."He pulled back just enough to look up at me, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief. "Just hold on for one moment, darling," he said, his voice low and husky.Before I could protest, he tugged me down, maneuvering me to straddle his lap. In one swift motion, he filled me completely, his cock stretching me in the most delicious way."Fuck!" I cried out, my head falling back as I adjusted to the sudden fullness.Sebastian's hands gripped my hips, guiding me into a slow, deep rhythm. "That's it, Luella," he
"One," I gasped, the sting blending with the constant vibrations inside me.His hand caressed the spot he'd just struck, soothing the heat. Then he tugged on the chain connecting my nipple clamps, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through my chest."Two," I counted as another slap landed, this one on the opposite cheek.Sebastian's fingers traced the curve of my ass, dipping lower to tease my dripping folds. "So wet," he murmured, twisting the toy in my ass slightly.I bit my lip, fighting back a moan. The bastard knew exactly what he was doing, keeping me right on the edge."Three," I managed as his hand came down again, harder this time.He paused, running his palm over my heated
Sebastian continued, each spank sending shockwaves of pleasure-pain through my body. I counted, my voice growing more desperate with each number."Twelve... thirteen... f-fourteen," I moaned, my legs shaking.I was close, so fucking close. The combination of the spanking, the fullness inside me, and Sebastian's occasional teasing touches to my clit had me teetering on the edge."Please," I begged, not even sure what I was asking for. More? Release? Both?Sebastian's hand stilled on my ass, his fingers tracing lightly over my reddened skin. "Please what?" he asked, his voice low and teasing.I squirmed, desperate for more friction. "I need to come," I pleaded, my voice raw with need. "Please, sir."
My skin tingled where he touched me. Even blindfolded, I could feel the intensity of his gaze. "Please," I whispered, not even sure what I was begging for.Sebastian's grip tightened. "Please what, pet? Use your words."I swallowed hard, desire and nerves warring within me. "Please... use me. However you want. I need you."His low chuckle sent shivers down my spine. "Oh, I intend to," he promised. "But first, I think you need a reminder of who's in charge here."My heart raced. What did he have planned? The anticipation was almost unbearable. I bit my lip, waiting for his next move, my body trembling with need."What do you mean, sir?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "I've been very good, haven't I?"
"Luella," his voice was velvet smooth, "I have something else for you."I felt him step close, the heat of his body radiating against my naked skin."Yes, sir?" I breathed, my heart racing."I'd like to cover your eyes," Sebastian said, his fingers trailing down my arm. "And tie your hands above your head. Would you allow me that pleasure?""Yes, sir," I replied, surprised at how steady my voice sounded."Such a good girl," he murmured approvingly. "Remember your safe words?"I nodded. "Red to stop, yellow to slow down.""Perfect," Sebastian purred.Soft fabric brushed aga
As we stepped into the cool night air, I couldn't help but wonder what I'd gotten myself into. But fuck it - I was ready for whatever came next.I gasped as Sebastian's shoulder dug into my stomach with each step, the movement causing the chain between the clamps to tug sharply. The mixture of pain and pleasure sent sparks through my body, making me squirm involuntarily."Fuck," I hissed, my fingers digging into his back.Sebastian's hand came down on my ass with a resounding smack. "Language, darling. And stop squirming, or I'll add more clamps when we get to the lake."I bit my lip, trying to stay still despite the constant tugging. "You wouldn't dare."His laugh rumbled through me. "Oh, wouldn't I? I thought you knew
The rich chocolate cake was decadent, but I barely tasted it. My mind was racing with anticipation, wondering what Sebastian had in store for me. As soon as we finished, he led me to the living room, his hand possessive on the small of my back."Corner. Now," he ordered, his voice brooking no argument.I complied, settling into the plush armchair in the corner. My skin tingled with awareness as Sebastian disappeared upstairs. What was he getting? The possibilities made my breath catch.When he returned, Sebastian's presence filled the room. He sat beside me, pulling me against his side and draping a soft blanket over us both. I snuggled closer, inhaling his intoxicating scent."Comfortable?" he murmured, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my arm.
I basked in the praise, warmth spreading through my chest. But before I could fully savor the moment, Sebastian sank to his knees before me. In one fluid motion, he lifted my right leg over his shoulder, opening me up to him completely."Fuck," I breathed, steadying myself against the bedpost.Sebastian's lips quirked in a devilish smirk. "Remember, darling. You're not allowed to come yet."I nodded, already trembling with anticipation. "Yes, sir."Without warning, he dove in, his tongue attacking my folds and clit with relentless fervor. I cried out, my head falling back as waves of pleasure crashed over me. His skilled mouth worked me expertly, bringing me right to the edge of orgasm before easing off, only to start the torturous cycle again.